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Cowboy boots, Wrangler jeans Beer for breakfast, steak and beans The big city always makes her feel so small Nine to six, five days a week Nothing expensive, mostly cheap But enough for a tit job and a pickup truck on lease (with option to buy) All alone at the rodeo; Two-step lessons are so, so far away for a fat cowgirl Her old boyfriend Bud used to kick her ass He's in jail now; she misses his sweet smile "He was a great guy before he gave me a black eye." She always cries to her favorite songs About drinking and cheating and sleeping around Fighting and lying and being broke Dancing and Jesus and feeling down. I bet she's feeling down right about now Ride it now, baby, ride it